The One More Chance
Her dream

Zahra completely disappeared after that incident. It was enough that he was patient, this was what he was afraid of, why from the beginning he hesitated to accept Abra's proposal.

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A few years later

"Then Hafiz entered what champion?"

The voice of a woman who was calling sounded a loud voice because in the room itundia was also memexir cake batter.

"Alhamdulillah then... Arz home when?. yes Mommy has missed your friends too... as usual they help Mommy if you are not there. yes again crowded.. yes already take care of your health dear...."

Ting ...

A sign of a cooked cake.

A delicious aroma filled the room when the oven was opened. Arzah's Bakery today is quite busy, there is a cake order of two hundred boxes that will be delivered later in the afternoon.

"Mother cake is ripe?" I heard screaming from outside.

"If you don't yell, bring Gana here to help bring the cooked ones."

Two teenagers enter a kitchen full of baking pans and freshly removed cookies from the oven, Mila and Gana arrive.

"Mother Zahra, Hafiz won?" asked Mila while tasting the rest of the cookie dough in the bowl.

"I don't know, but Arz said he made it to the final."

"ah .. if Zoro wins." lamented Gana.

Plaque...

Mila clapped Gana's head while glaring at her sharply. "Are all Arz superheroes you call Zoro?."

"Well he's a super hero in our school, salahin Mother Zahra who loves names why it can be easily slippedetin."

Zahra, yes ...

Zahra disappeared a dozen years ago after the hospital incident. Gana, Mila and Rio are not her biological children but her son's friends whom she calls Arz.

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A young man sat on the sidelines staring at the young athletes who filled the Sports Building. Today is the final of the Java Karate competition. The sports hall where the race is held feels full today, because today is the last day as well as the award of medals for champions.

This was the first time he sat down as a spectator, because for many years he had always been one of the participants who entered the final.

Because this year he's in the final class, so he's not allowed to take the race, but the coach and school representative students asked him to accompany and advise their school to win again this year.

"Excuse me."

The young man turned his head to the side, and it turned out that an elderly man was sitting in a wheelchair looking at him with a smile on his lips.

The young man stood up to him. "Can I help you with the cake?" He asked politely as he bent his knees to match their height.

A smile was engraved on the face of the old man, "Grandfather" he mumbled softly. "You should have called me great-grandfather because I was old enough. But it's okay, I feel a little young wahhahaa...." The man laughed happily. "My name is Arya Ganendra." Grandpa Arya stuck out a hand.

"I'm Adam Regan," Regan received Grandpa Arya's helping hand with a knotty smile.

Arya's grandfather patted Regan's hand a few times "just Adam Regan?" Asked me with a meta look that looked at Regan deeply.

Regan's head shook his head while smiling "Adam Regan Zeroun" Regan mentioned her full name.

"Then?."

"What?" Regan asked back not understanding.

Making Grandpa Arya sigh slowly resignedly, "you who won the science competition in Surabaya right?."

Regan nodded politely.

"Last year it looks like you also participated in a karate competition in Semarang."

This time Rengan nodded again while glancing misguidedly in embarrassment.

"Ah .. no," exclaimed Grandpa Arya while gently squeezing Regan's hand that she still held until Regan looked at her again. "You're the winner of the karate race two years ago as well" Grandpa Arya said in a cheerful voice that made Regan even more embarrassed.

"Don't be ashamed, you should be proud of what you've accomplished yourself."

"Grandfather's company always sponsors competitions for high-achieving Indonesian students, but who always give trophies and attend granddaughter events, grandfather, grandpa just watches behind the scenes and reads the final report of every single thing we sponsor."

Regan's eyes stared in admiration at the man in front of her. "Name, photo and in Video sent committee often appear you. So yesterday when I saw the broadcast that the committee sent us, Grandpa saw you, so Grandpa forced granddaughter to come along so she could meet you."

"Grandfather's grandson now where?, he will look for grandfather, let Regan inter alia?."

The smile on the lips of Kalek Arya returned. "He's on the stage holding the phone" pointed Grandpa Arya towards the stage, "wahhahaa."

Hearing Grandpa Arya's last laugh, Regan let out a slow laugh, slowly pushing her wheelchair towards the stage while chatting.

Ever since Regan started pushing Grandpa's wheelchair, Grandpa Arya's hands kept touching the back of her hands, sometimes patting Regan's back as well.

"Nus ..." Call Grandpa Arya with his hoarse voice.

Regan bowed her body next to Grandpa Arya. "Whose Grandpa's name is?, let Regan call."

"Abraham, the name of Abraham's grandfather's grandson" Aryan's grandfather proudly said

Regan nodded in understanding, she pushed back her grandfather's wheelchair so close to the stage. Regan's mouth was open about to call Grandpa's grandson's name, but the man had already turned his head and walked quickly toward the two of them.

Regan looked at the man in front of her, Abraham and Arya's grandfather were talking something Regan did not want to hear. He focused on staring at the finger wrapped around the wedding ring.

"Regan" calls Arya's grandfather, distracting Regan. "This is Grandfather's grandson, his name is Abraham Ganendra, this is the son that Grandpa told him about yesterday, Adam Regan Zeroun .." Grandpa Arya's tone of voice floated at the end of the sentence.

"Just Adam Regan Zeroun" Regan said, hearing Grandpa Arya's still hanging voice.

"Oh.. Greetings know me Abraham Ganendra," Abraham stuck out his hand and Regan greeted him, their hands shaking each other. "You're a pretty accomplished kid, I'm quite salute there's a kid from the island and achievers like you."

"Not only is that enough, but it's very Abra." Grandpa Arya's correction did not accept "call Ibnu give the map to Regan."

"Opa."

"It's my decision no comment."

Abra just sighed, patted Regan's shoulder a few times and went back up the stage.

"Grandfather won't go on stage?" Regan asked politely, "later Regan helps."

Grandpa Arya laughed softly. "Didn't be afraid that you would come down later, just sit there .. accompany Grandpa" he pointed to the sofa beside the stage.

Regan laughed again pushing the grandfather chair towards the sofa on the stage.

He painstakingly helps Grandpa Arya sit on the sofa, ensure the comfort of her back and then stand beside her.

Abra, who had been staring at their interaction, smiled to see him, sitting in a single seat after putting a brown envelope on the table. "Sit for a moment I want to say something," Abra ordered in a serious tone.

Politely Regan sits in the single seat beside Abra, she glances at the brown envelope that reads GG Company.

"Because you're a pretty boy ...."

"Very!" Back Grandpa Arya corrected with her hoarse voice.

"Yes very much" Regan held back a smile hearing Abra's repressive tone. "We .. did not give you a scholarship to study at Oxford, provided you have to enter the business department, after graduation must work in our company for a minimum of five years."

Regan stared silently at the envelope in front of her, not saying anything. He could only be silent not knowing what to respond to now.

"We give scholarships every year to outstanding students." Arya's grandfather pushes the envelope towards Regan. "There are some terms and regulations inside, you can take it home and read it at home, take it home and consider it with your mother."

Grandpa Arya's hand fingered Abra's suit pocket and took Abra's business card without permission. "If anyone wants to be questioned please call Mr. Abra's number, if grandfather's number has been put in the envelope hehehe...."

Regan's eyes still couldn't get off the envelope in front of her. The out-of-country scholarship was her mother's dream all along, but never once did Regan want her so young.

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